“Sorry, Al, you know I need to run first thing every day. You usually like running with me so we can team up to seduce some sexy health nut. I don’t know why you aren’t up for it today, but I see your dick is up for it. If I’m gone more than one hour, you’ll know I’m flashing and probably fucking some lucky guy or girl. Wish me luck.” Sue leaned in and kissed my bishop before briefly sucking it into her hot mouth.

I groaned and managed to whisper, “Be careful out there! Don’t bring any cuddies home. S-s-safe sex,” before my hand took her mouth’s place. Not the same thing. I briefly fell asleep, dick in hand. When I woke ninety minutes later, Sue still wasn’t home. Extra laps around the track or around some sweet pussy maybe? Not sharing that other pussy with me is making me sad. For us, a little lickety-the-splity is a short trip away from fucking her husband or both of them. I trust her to at least share the details with me. Now, where did I leave that grass. Here you are. Watching my dick shrink while I lit up made me sad. When I killed the roach, I felt better. Mellow, spacey, care free, sleepy.

Sue woke me just minutes later, it seemed. “Get up. Get dressed, Al. Did you forget my sister and Joe are arriving soon? Lois is so conservative that you would give her a heart attach if you greeted her naked.”

Yes. Sue’s hot sister Lois was spending the holiday weekend with us, and bringing her husband. He’s all talk about being so liberal and sex forward, but seems focused only on Sue. Bragging about how eager, athletic and hot his wife is in bed always embarrasses her and usually brings accusations of being all lies. I tend to believe her. I’m the hedonist, so why is he always teasing Sue by slapping or pinching her ass when she walks by? Why the prolonged hugs with his hands cupping her ass? Why is he always looking down or up her shirt at her braless tits — sometimes blatantly flaunting it?

Sue returns the ‘teasing’ by letting him get away with all that and looking at me and her sister as if she were embarrassed. She encourages him by not limiting him or pulling away. She’s grabbed his ass too and during a long hug, she’ll start jumping up and down while her tits are pressed against his chest. PDAs embarrass her with me, but she doesn’t stop his groping. Both embarrass Lois as she pretends to enjoy their teasing each other. I’m surprised he hasn’t pinched or exposed her nipples yet. Sue would allow that though she pretends to be shy.

Maybe it’s time for me to step up my ‘teasing’ Lois? Her electric blue eyes, ski slope nose and tempting mouth make me sigh. But her D-cups with thick nipples, slim waist and tight, camel toe jeans make me lust after her. One day, I will taste her tongue and her pussy. Joe can watch me ‘tease’ and fuck his wife as payback. Maybe this long weekend will bring us together. Letting her catch me half or fully naked should break the ice.

Lois, and Joe, arrived before noon with three suitcases. “Are you guys moving in? We’re not planning much clubbing so I doubt you’ll need many clothes changes.” The sisters hugged; Sue kissed Joe briefly on the mouth and held his hug as Lois and I shuffled and watched. Obviously annoyed, she turned to me and instead of the usual brief A-frame hug and peck on the cheek, she gave me a full body, tit-crushing, prolonged hug and a kiss on my mouth. That was a first. Not only did her big, warm tits make my dick surge, but, being a germaphobe, she never kissed anyone on the mouth — rarely even her husband. I smelled booze and grass so I dared to lick her lip when we broke our kiss. Instead of the ‘horror’ reaction I expected, she giggled.

With my arm lingering around Lois’s slim waist, I asked who this strange woman was with Joe. Sue’s mouth was still open in surprise and her ass was pressed firmly against Joe’s groin. His hands were on her hips, his fingers close to her pussy. He smiled as he said that he’d dared his wife to be more outgoing and less up tight this weekend so the usual tension didn’t develop. Not only did she ‘smoke’ some, but he mixed a large Long Island Iced Tea in her travel mug. She’d just finished it and the combo had relaxed her to new highs.

“Yes, he has,” she whispered. “Now, be a dear and put the bags in our room while I go pee.” She leaned up and kissed me on my mouth again besides making that shockingly personal, for her, comment. We watched her steady herself on the walls as she walked away. Joe slid his hands around to Sue’s ass and slowly pushed her away. He lifted two of the bags as I finally closed the front door.

This was off to a surprisingly great start. We took the bags to the guest room which was across from the hall toilet. Super conservative Lois had shockingly left the door wide open even as she sat on the bowl. Her jeans and panties were on the floor; her sexy legs wide open; the back of her hand on her forehead. We ambled past, necks on a swivel, and said nothing though my jaw dropped and Joe shook his head.

Still at the foot of the double bed, we three heard the toilet flush and sink water run. Not sure what to say, we stood awkwardly, quieted by Lois’s unusual behavior. She burst into the room, all smiles then came and kissed me again on the mouth, lingering a little longer than before. She turned to her sister, thanked her again for putting them up, and kissed her sister warmly on her mouth. Once again, a first. Sue suggested we sit for lunch and implied sobering up her sister.

After a chat fest and a filling lunch without booze, we asked how Lois felt. She thought for a moment before saying “Fine. But the buzz is wearing off.” She reached into her pouch and pulled out a joint. After lighting it, she took a deep hit with eyes closed before offering it to me. “You obviously don’t mind sharing my spit, Al. Share it with Sue too. Joe can’t handle the smoke, so it’s just we three on a blunt. OK?” My mouth dropped and stayed open as I took the joint. Where was my favorite germaphobe? I chose not to question it and took a light hit instead before passing it to Sue. She took a deep hit then passed it back to her sister who took another deep drag.

Joe watched closely as his wife relaxed, yet his eyes spent more time on Sue’s hardened nipples. They were hard to miss in her favorite, well worn, yellow T-shirt. It was loose all over, especially the crew neckline which she had violently stretched out years ago since she hates anything ‘tight’ around her neck. The bottom had flared into a loose bell shape and ended two inches above her navel, which was always exposed in her low rider tan jeans which she had to ‘paint’ on to flaunt her lusty camel toe. She always pulled the jeans’ seams up into her pussy so her labia were front and center.

When she bent, the worn T allowed a clear and full view of her tits from the wide bottom up to her chin. The stretched out top also falls away and allows an unrestricted view of at least one free hanging tit at a time. She ‘s fully aware of it and enjoys exposing herself that way. The yellow color has its own advantage. Her soft nipples/aureole are blends of pale pink shades. When they get hard, they shift toward red/tan. The yellow T makes them appear dark brown and glaringly obvious. Due to the threadbare circles where her hard nipples have rubbed for years, her hard nipple tips show some of their pink and are surrounded by lusty dark brown halos. Naturally, that was how she chose to dress for her horny bro-in-law.

As Sue took her next drag, Lois reached over in a haze and pinched her nipple. As she held it and twisted it through her shirt under her husband’s jealous eyes, she asked, “Sue, isn’t it about time you trashed this shirt? Your obvious nipple is about to rip through it, which would please Joe no end, but are you hoping that will happen in public?” So, Lois did recognize her sister’s need to flash. I wondered if Sue would still wear it in public if her sister ripped a nipple-sized hole in the shirt.

Sue casually looked from her captured, swelling nipple to Joe, then her sister. “No. Of course not. This is just my most comfortable shirt.” Sue reached across and groped for Lois’ nipple. “Despite the thick bra, your nipples stand out when they get hard too. How do you stand a bra?” She found and pinched the elusive nipple and it stood up proudly, unlike the other still soft one.

“Well, sis, some of us need a bra. These ugly D-cups sag and flatten out without one, not that any of you would know. Your A-cups barely sag even now so you don’t need one.” Staring at the sisters fondling each other’s nipples made me sigh in desire and woke mini-me. “Let’s grab some sun while we can. California sun is great. I’ll change into a crop top and shorts,” said Lois.

Crop top? Shorts? Lois was always ashamed of her ‘scrawny’ legs so she rarely wore a dress. Shorts would show more relaxation than we’d ever seen from her. She went to her room after giving her sister’s nipple a shocking little kiss. Flustered, I said, “I’ll change into shorts or a swimsuit. Sue, you want to join me? Joe, you should change too and bring the sun block.”

I helped Sue peel off her jeans and she quickly slipped into her green sports shorts before rushing out to Joe. Why the rush? Did she want to catch him changing? She had wondered aloud frequently about his dick size and if that was the thorn in their marriage. Since I was sure she’d felt his stiffness against her ass and belly, I was also sure she wanted to see it and maybe more.

I chose to use the hall bath. Leaving the door open to allow Lois to catch me didn’t work; though I hoped to catch her changing. I did. After quickly pulling on my shorts, I passed the guest room and I saw her standing at the window, looking out on our front street. She was already in her blue shorts and nothing else. Facing the open hall door, she stood as if in a trance, rubbing and scratching her massive bare tits as I watched. Yes, they sagged some and did flatten out, but I still wanted my mouth on them. My dick stiffened as I watched them sway. The bigger surprise was the thickness of her nipples. Shaped like her sister’s perfect silos, but twice as thick, made them irresistible.

She abruptly turned and caught me staring. Her hands covered her tits as her eyes drifted down to my tented shorts. “You get a good look?” she seethed. When I just nodded my head and smiled, she looked confused. Pointing at my stiffness with her nose, she asked, “Why do my tits arouse you? They’re ugly, lumpy, fatty and too big.” She sniffled and turned her head back to the window.

I walked up to her and hugged her from behind, ensuring she felt my stiff rod against her ass. Her conservative nature made her twist away, but that left her tits exposed. Breathless, I hugged her again and walked my hands up her firm abs and lifted her breasts. She watched my hands support them and massage her heavy tits; watched them skim the surface of the tits of many of my wet dream; watched them roll her stiffening nipples then pinch and pull them. “My nipples are too thick. They embarrass me when they poke out against my tops. Joe likes them and I guess you do too. I just don’t understand why. You guys have nipples too.”